Nastee - Bodega! lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro] Yeah Thank you, thank you, thank you Far too kind, far too kind [Hook] Bodega! Bodega! Bodega! Bodega! [Verse 1] If I'm a lion I run the jungle I'm lying I run the streets This nine I fire wild I never had to sneak diss Dismember contenders with every word I speak With any word that's wrote, the King James I preach The insane I see, clear view my peak Mountain top, no sweat like Keith Cool collect You gotta prove me wrong You can't prove these set traps Like b**bie setbacks My uzi det dat Loosie puff up, coughing lungs up I'm from NY, we pop Chris like Tucker This brick got locked up Duct tape tucked up This traffic f**ed up But nothing get me nervous when I'm trafficking weight, wait The time and the place You bring me static, your d**h come I select the date I hate the hate, I hate the love I hate the fake I don't need to flex like Gray, what his name? [Hook] Bodega! Bodega! Bodega! Bodega! [Verse 2] If you f**ing on the plane for the first time, Fly Virgin I put ice on the finger roll, what am I, a Spur like Gervin? I made a living off rap, on purpose Should I chase the money like JPMorgan? Pay me portions, nah ah, I need that fortune Like no sorcerer, I need sources Check for the wire taps on cordless Gorgeous thug, I don't need a course to put a hole in one If they tryna cap a 10, they could hold the sun Black boy with the golden tongue Spit carrots, blow purp like puns Heartburn, no tums If you bite the hand that feed you, I'm a cut off thumbs No lie, come try They wanna watch but no body see me Flowing infinity, like the memory of my n***a Stevie [Hook] Bodega! Bodega! Bodega! Bodega!